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Because Often We Forget

Sometimes when we hug
I swear the strands
of our DNA come unspiraled
and wrap themselves
around each other
as if to embroider
into our memory
the truth of how I
am you and you
are me and this
perhaps explains
why long after
we untangle our arms
and scents from each other
I feel how
what’s deepest in you
unfurls in me.

Hi Rosemerry, received your book yesterday. Just want to let you know you have soared into my top ten poets along side William Stafford, Mary Oliver, Billy Collins, Jane Hirshfield & the like. Will be hunting for more books now. Many thanks.

Here’s my thought up top: “come unspiraled…” feels clumsy up there. Simply “unspiral” without the word Come would flow better. But “unweave” would just glow. Then you could get that “spiraled” at the end of the poem, where I think it belongs. It’s a great piece. Sensual and sensory.